Can we all just take a moment and collectively throw our hands up in the air and scream, "What in the hell?" - because that's what I'm doing right now. Why am I doing this? Well, today I went to work and while I was punching my number in, I noticed a tattered piece of paper attached to the wall. It said, "Please donate money for (insert co-worker's name) and her baby." Now, it's not that I'm incredibly cheap and don't like helping other people, it's just that, after working with this person for ten months, I never, ever, knew she was pregnant. Sure, I thought she looked like she had gained some weight, but I didn't think it was because she had a bun in the oven. (Which is, obviously, one of the worst things anyone could ever say - "Oh, you were pregnant...I couldn't even tell.")I think my favorite part of the whole story was when she called in to ask for the day off because she had...given birth! I swear, there's now no topping that excuse. I thought getting out of work for my explosive ovaries was pretty cool, but now I'm always going to be trumped by the baby card. Man, things are just not going my way in this department.
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When I told my 4 year old I had a surprise for her and asked if she could guess what it was [I was six months pregnant by that point - it was tenuous so we waited until we were sure the baby was okay] she looked at me and said "Oh gee Momma you lost some weight."
What can I say - the child learned to kiss up at a young age. [I kid] Some people just don't put on a ton of weight when pregnant and not everyone "eats for two" [you don't have to btw. misnomer!]
Although I have to agree - having a baby is a pretty big trump card in the "Can I please have the day off" category.
Don't worry - you'll be there one day. I just betcha'.
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